Not quite Home..

I miss my room.

My room meaning my own room in my own house.

Had my house blessing last month and got to live on my own for just about two weeks. Enjoyed the silence, really. No fuss, no noise, no one to talk to. For a time, I loved being alone with myself. Loved cleaning the floors, and arranging my stuff. It was fun. It was great. It was liberating. For a time, I felt how good it is to feel independent...Doing what you love when you want it (especially the house chores!)

Then I got sick and had to move back to my parents' house. With what I have right now, it's not really good for me to go to be alone.

Sigh, it has been two weeks and I miss my house. I miss my plants. I miss my rugs. I miss my broom and I miss my toilet. I miss my green curtains and my wall paint coded as feather duster for a color. I dont quite miss my new tv because it's not cable ready yet but somehow, I miss the new tv rack. I miss my tiles and I miss my tiny little things. I miss my bed and my nemo-inspired night lamp.

So much to miss about. I even miss my battery-less wall clock!

Gotta go back home.